Free Hot Mess by Lynn Raye Harris

about.”
    “All the more reason to take our time.” He slid just inside her, held steady while she writhed beneath him. “You’re hot, Georgie. So fucking hot. It’s everything I can do to do this right.”
    “There is no right way or wrong way. There’s only you and me and this amazing feeling that I’ll die if you don’t make me come again.”
    He slid just a little deeper. “I thought you said sex was overrated.”
    “It still might be. But I won’t know until you actually do something to me.”
    Sam shook his head even as his balls began to ache with the need to plunge into her. “I thought I did do something. Didn’t you just come?”
    “Yeah, and I’m greedy for more.” She sucked in a breath and he could hear the tears in her voice. “I’ve felt undesirable to anyone for so long I almost forgot how good it could feel to have a man in my bed.”
    He leaned down and kissed her. “Shh, Georgie, it’s all right. I’m not leaving until you’re completely satisfied.”
    She lifted her hips and tried to get him to go deeper. He gave her a little more length. She curled a leg around his hip.
    “Is this the injured one?” he asked, hooking his arm behind her knee.
    “No.”
    “Good.” He pushed her leg up until it was brushing his shoulder, opening her wide. And then he sank the rest of the way inside her.
    “Oh my God, that’s good,” she gasped.
    He held himself still, afraid he’d lose it if he didn’t. “Yeah.” He couldn’t manage another word. He was deep inside Georgeanne Hayes, the perfect little princess of his teenage years, and he wanted to corrupt her utterly. He wanted to possess her and make her scream his name. He wanted to imprint himself on her so thoroughly she’d never forget this night with him.
    He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her calf. He could feel her inner muscles gripping him, urging him forward, but he held still and just enjoyed the feeling of being inside her at last.
    Lightning flashed outside the window, and her face was illuminated for a long second. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her lower lip between her teeth. She looked utterly beautiful and completely lost in the moment.
    “Look at me,” he commanded, because he couldn’t stand for her to be lost in her own world without him. He needed that touchstone, needed to see her eyes and know she was with him , with Sam McKnight, and not just the first man to touch her since Tim Cash had broken her heart.
    Her eyes snapped open and the lightning flashed again. He saw exactly what he was looking for—raw need, all for him. He began to move, pulling out of her slowly, slamming back in just a little harder each time.
    “Oh,” she said, again and again. “Oh yessss .”
    Sam rocked into her faster, harder, deeper. Intensely. He let go of her leg, changed the angle at which he entered her, and listened to her beg him for yet more. He was mindless, a machine, a creature who existed solely to pleasure this one woman. He wanted her sighs and moans, her breathy gasps, her screams. He wanted everything she had to give, and he would do anything to get it.
    His body was on fire with sensation. All his pleasure centered on his balls, his cock, on the slick pressure of Georgie’s body surrounding him. He couldn’t remember the last time it had been this good, though it must have been. He loved sex, loved pleasuring a woman, and loved the ultimate payoff when he finally let himself go.
    But he couldn’t for the life of him recall it feeling quite this good before.
    Georgie arched up off the bed and tugged his head down for a kiss, a hot, wet melding of tongues that was not unlike the melding of their bodies. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, nipping her lower lip.
    “Sam—oh God, Sam. Please, please… I need…”
    He knew what she needed. What he needed.
    He withdrew from her body, urged her up and onto her knees. She bent over and gripped her pillow, her ass in the air, and Sam couldn’t